Packing the last few shirts into a bloated suitcaseThe last glimpse of comfort and the ticking clock faceI swear those hands move faster every dayI'm more confused than ever but I don't beg or pray 'cause theSparkling light from the morning sunIs all we should need to feel warm.

I reach the station with just minutes to spare,I glance at my watch time's going faster these days I swear,Eyes focus up now to the train time table boardThere's only two platforms to be explored,And it's then that I admit it to my self,

That I am lost so lostBut your the constellationsThat guide meThere's a train at 12, destination disaster.It's running on time as time runs fasterOn platform two it's destination sustainabilityIt's delayed though it was suppose to arrive at 11:50.Platform one it says stand behind the yellow lineBut I sit on the platform edge and just gaze at the time.

My mind wanders back to our oblivious existenceI'm all choked up now with the threat of distanceAs the train bound for disaster chokes up to the station,I don't board it cause I decide that it's the wrong destination,But the train bound for sustainability is nowhere to be seen

And I'm lost so lostWhere are the constellationsThat guide me?

And then I realize thatWe need to use our own two feet to walk these tracks,And we have to squad up and we have to watch each others backs,When forgiveness is our torch and imagination our swordWell I'll tie the ropes of hate and slash open the minds of the boredAnd we'll start a world so equal and freeEvery inch of this earth is yours all the land and all the seaImagine no restrictions but the climate and the weatherThen we can explore space togetherForever

And I'm lost so lostWhere are the constellations

And I'm lost so lostYou are the constellation Packing the last few shirts into a bloated suitcaseThe last glimpse of comfort and the ticking clock faceI swear those hands move faster every dayI'm more confused than ever but I don't beg or pray 'cause theSparkling light from the morning sunIs all we should need to feel warm.

I reach the station with just minutes to spare,I glance at my watch time's going faster these days I swear,Eyes focus up now to the train time table boardThere's only two platforms to be explored,And it's then that I admit it to my self,

That I am lost so lostBut your the constellationsThat guide meThere's a train at 12, destination disaster.It's running on time as time runs fasterOn platform two it's destination sustainabilityIt's delayed though it was suppose to arrive at 11:50.Platform one it says stand behind the yellow lineBut I sit on the platform edge and just gaze at the time.

My mind wanders back to our oblivious existenceI'm all choked up now with the threat of distanceAs the train bound for disaster chokes up to the station,I don't board it cause I decide that it's the wrong destination,But the train bound for sustainability is nowhere to be seen

And I'm lost so lostWhere are the constellationsThat guide me?

And then I realize thatWe need to use our own two feet to walk these tracks,And we have to squad up and we have to watch each others backs,When forgiveness is our torch and imagination our swordWell I'll tie the ropes of hate and slash open the minds of the boredAnd we'll start a world so equal and freeEvery inch of this earth is yours all the land and all the seaImagine no restrictions but the climate and the weatherThen we can explore space togetherForever

And I'm lost so lostWhere are the constellations

And I'm lost so lostYou are the constellation You are the constellation You are the constellation You are the constellation You are the constellation